Chapter 29 Sigcompreh The situation is under control. Officer Miguel and three other colleagues detained the zero-dollar robber in the car, reported the situation to the dispatch center of the Southern Branch using the intercom, and immediately took out the medical kit and began to provide humanitarian rescue. No. This guy has been beaten to a pulp. Is CPR still useful? Zhang Ailun saw that Heizi Ge had gone limp, and the police officer gave up decisively after some symbolic first aid, and reported to the dispatch center that the other party had no vital signs. But the ambulance still had to come, even if it was just for show, we had to take the person into the ICU and try to rescue him, and then regretfully announce that we had tried our best. The bloody scene was a bit disgusting and many people vomited, but Zhang Ailun remained calm. "No taking photos! No watching! Hey! Don't block the road! Get out of here quickly!!" Officer MiG immediately waved his hands to disperse and distance the crowd, and began to comfort the injured in the discount store. Although the white homeless man was defeated as soon as he approached and fell to the ground with his head in his hands, his courageous action was still highly praised by the police. When the police officer discovered that the injured person was an illegal homeless person passing by and had no intention of recording his statement, after careful consideration, he privately paid him $20 as a reward and allowed him to leave the crime scene.
Because Sig Compry had no identity, his file was included in the death list and he became an illegal resident, which made it difficult to investigate and to obtain evidence from him, so the injuries he suffered were basically in vain, and his personal behavior could not be recorded as credit points in the citizen file. The police officers could only get the discount store employees to provide statements through the camera records, and it would be up to the store owner to decide whether to charge the black men afterwards and file a complaint with the court to substantiate their charges of robbery and injury. Zhang Ailun also followed the crowd and left the street. On the road, he saw two new police cars and warning signs were put up at the crime scene. Watching a great show was really worth it. It's only been a few days since we arrived at the West Coast, and already so many people have died? After leaving Aitou Street, Zhang Ailun looked at the time and saw that it was already 1 . He then bought the necessary items at a nearby store that specialized in selling camping equipment. An outdoor double inflatable moisture-proof mat is $29, a set of decent quality summer bedding is $69, a solar panel charger is $32, and an insect repellent light is $18... I also spent $25 at a fast food restaurant and ordered a calorie bomb, a hamburger, pizza, fried chicken and beer. The remaining assets are $507. Sit under a spacious shade tree, enjoy the view, eat delicious pizza and drink beer. When I turned around, I saw an acquaintance rummaging through the trash can. He had wet hair, a swollen forehead, and a Band-Aid on the scar. "Hey, is that you? Are you okay?" Zhang Ailun greeted him decisively. The homeless man Sig obviously had no impression of him and asked in confusion: "Dude, do we know each other?" "I saw everything you did in the discount store. Although your actions seemed a bit reckless, man, you are a hero!" Zhang Ailun warmly invited him to come and sit down, "You haven't eaten yet? If you don't mind, come and eat with us." Sig hesitated for a moment, looked at the delicious fried chicken, gave up rummaging through the trash can, and sat down. Zhang Allen handed him the pizza and a can of beer. "Thanks for your generosity, man!" Sig was moved by Zhang Ailun's kindness. He ate pizza and drank beer in big mouthfuls. Thinking back on his experiences during this period, he couldn't help but tear up. "No one has ever been so nice to a homeless person like me! Never!!"
What he experienced most during this period was beating and being beaten. Because he didn't know the rules of street life, he would often mistakenly enter other people's territory. Even when he was rummaging through trash cans, someone would come and push him away. When he was lying on the street to sleep at night, someone would urinate on his face to drive him away. This place is hell!! Sig looked at Zhang Ailun. Even though he was a yellow man who was often smeared by the media, the fact proved that kind people were not divided by racial identity. Sig was deeply moved. "Because I am also homeless, I have been caught in the rain and I want to hold an umbrella for others. There are still many good people in the world. Besides, I also admire people like you. You are very worthy of respect. You are a real man!" Zhang Ailun's words shocked Sig. He looked at Zhang Ailun in disbelief and was speechless for a long time. "Dude, this joke is not funny." You can't tell at all that a person wearing DG sunglasses, dressed neatly, sitting here drinking fried chicken and beer, looking so relaxed, could be a homeless person. Look at yourself, and then look at me. I was unkempt, starving, and was beaten, scolded, and insulted when begging on the street. I was often chased away when I lay on the street, and my shoes and luggage were often stolen when I slept at night. My mental state was extremely bad. Even your clothes and equipment are brand new from the factory. Your muscles and body shape are more energetic than those of normal people, and you look like a wealthy and pampered person. You said you were a homeless person? Who can believe this? We are all homeless people, why are you doing so well? Sig couldn't understand. Zhang Ailun didn't explain too much, and asked in confusion: "Didn't the police officer give you $20 just now? Didn't you use it to buy a meal? At least it can fill your stomach, right?" Sig answered honestly, "I donated that money to someone in need. A child begging on the street." "Oh! Then you are such a good person!!" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. He thought the other party would use the money to have a good meal, but he didn't expect that he would give it to other people. So the other party's bravery is really just a simple bravery? There is no other idea? There are such people in the American army. They are untainted by the mud and are as rare as giant pandas. What a pity. A person who once had a bright future has now become a homeless person. Maybe this is the West Coast. Sig then smiled bitterly and said, "I just try my best to do good things. But unfortunately, I can't even support myself. I have no identity, no job, nothing. Even survival is a problem..." "What a coincidence, man, my experience is very similar to yours! I am also an illegal immigrant. My identity was cancelled for some reason. I also can't find a job. I am homeless and living on the streets." Zhang Ailun smiled, raised the beer can and took a sip. "How can it be!?" Sig was a little surprised and couldn't believe it. After repeated confirmation, he found that Zhang Ailun did not seem to be lying, and he was a little surprised and excited, as if he had found a kindred spirit. Perhaps he was touched by the other party's kindness, or perhaps he had been holding it in for too long and urgently needed someone to talk to, so Sig let down his guard.
The two drank bottle after bottle. Under the influence of alcohol, Sig told Zhang Ailun about his past, told him the secrets hidden in his heart, and vented all the depression in his heart. I felt a lot more relaxed after saying that. "I really didn't intend to hurt anyone. I just wanted to use the money to have a full meal, but I accidentally killed the old man... I thought about turning myself in, and I got up the courage to do so, but the police officer on the side of the road told me that I had no identity and was an illegal resident, and that what I said was not credible at all. Who knows if I was in jail to get free food and drink to avoid my enemies? Every minute and every second I was in jail was a waste of taxpayers' money." Sig laughed at himself: "I don't deserve to be locked up in a private prison because I have no identity and don't pay taxes. I was kicked out of the police station after only a few hours. I was also despised. This is the West Coast, this is America! I finally see it clearly!" "But I haven't been completely defeated by the cruel reality, and I haven't lost my passion for life! Fuck America! I don't care anymore!" "No matter what happens next, I don't care anymore. I am a sinner!! Everything I am going through now is God's punishment for me!!" Sig yelled like a madman. During the days he wandered the streets, he was tortured and tormented, and he was almost driven crazy. Passersby on the roadside looked at him in surprise, then turned away indifferently. (End of this chapter)